“That orbèd maiden, with white fire laden,Whom mortals call the moon,Glides glimmering o’er my fleece-like floorBy the midnight breezes strewn.”

“In friendships I had been most fortunateYet never saw I one whom I would callMore willingly my friend”

“I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone, And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.”

“There was a Being whom my spirit oftMet on its visioned wanderings far aloft.A seraph of Heaven, too gentle to be human,Veiling beneath that radiant form of woman....”

“(Title: To the Moon)Art thou pale for wearinessOf climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth,Wandering companionlessAmong the stars that have a different birth,--And ever-changing, like a joyless eyeThat finds no object worth its constancy?”

“Every fanatic or enemy of virtue is not at liberty to misrepresent the greatest geniuses and most heroic defenders of all that is valuable in this mortal world.”

“Perhaps the only comfort which remainsIs the unheeded clanking of my chains,The which I make, and call it melody.”